"It seems that the liver implant is losing the battle, no?" Maria giggles, Take on the other hand gives you a glaring stare.
"He can take one more drink." Elim states, staring at his husband, who leans away in his stool, staring at the ceiling of the hall - before mistress gravity inadverently pulls him back and down, off his seat.
"On the other hand, that's enough for him." The android quickly leaves his seat and helps his drunk sweetheart onto his feet.
"I will bees back for 'nother in the morn!"
"Yes, yes, of course you will." Elim hoists Take's arm over his shoulders and walks him towards the gate.
"Aren't live implants meant to prevent intoxication as a whole?" Maria muses, watching the duo slowly pace through the hall. With a smile, she turns to you.
"What was that special drink you've made for me last time?"
"90500 Special?"
"That one. Could you prepare one for me?" With a nod, you set out to prepare said mix in a cocktail glass. Sweet synthols and ice, with the earthy Martian synthol splashed on top, just as the gate closes behind Take and Elim. You pass the glass to Maria, and scan her credchip for it. (+49c)
Today Earnings: 558c
Monthly Earnings: 8389.5c
She takes a quick sip before setting the glass down on the counter.
"Cute pair, these two, don't you think?" Maria cocks and eyebrow, grinning.
A) "Obnoxious and carefree, rather."
B) "Quite, yes."
C) "Not to my liking, sadly."
D) "Kinda jealous of them."
E) Shrug.